As her mouth sucked up and down on my cock, I couldn't keep my hips from rocking back and forth in time with her mouth. Hearing the sick, wet slurping...sounds she was making only made it seem all that much crazier. The way she was doing it, she seemed to be having as much fun as I was. Thinking about what was about to happen was bringing me closer and closer. I could feel that funny, burning kind of feeling you get in the head of your prick when you're about to come and I knew it wasn't going to. As I told Jeb the story I described loud mouth, Jeb immediately interrupted saying Pete’s name explaining he lived about four miles back past the highway. Jeb laughed and hooted through my whole story as patrons came through the door ringing with each opening and closing of the door. With my back to the door the bell rang but didn’t chime closed in the usual time, Jeb’s face lit up with an amused grin, his hand disappeared under the register ever so smoothly. Before turning I knew, Pete stood. ‘I figured I might need them if I have to make a speech later’ she said while tucking them into her blazer pocket. ‘I have to be able to show how very much I’ll miss the place and all’ she said sarcastically. ‘I wish I could leave’ I said wistfully. ‘This place has way too many…’ ‘Reminders?’ she asked. ‘I know what you mean. Becky touched a whole lot of people around here. That’s one of the reasons I decided to move on.’ To my amazement, the stranger and I began to exchange Becky stories. The. She didn’t look pissed off, had the guy chickened out? “I’m tired and we’re both too drunk to drive.” There was room at the hotel for stupid money but worth it, because when we got in the room Rachel pulled me onto the bed and ripped my shirt off, no exaggeration. Buttons flew. “That’s going to be awkward in the morning,” I said. “Shut up and fuck me.” She ripped her dress and panties off more carefully than my shirt but didn’t bother with her heels. Once I’d taken enough off, Rachel proceeded.